Days 52 to 54 - Gengenbach, Kehl and Strasbourg

 On our last full day in Gengenbach, we walked up a very steep hill to a church overlooking the town that promised to give good views - and it did, although as you can see it was a blustery and cool day.




Then, on Friday morning, I set off on my own northwards to a town called Kehl, situated just the other side of the Rhine from Strasbourg - this meant I was still in Germany. Kehl itself is a tidy town but not an awful lot there to make it a tourist attraction, although the riverside walks are picturesque. There is a tower in one of the parks built by public subscription, and the view from the top towards Strasbourg is well worth the hundreds of steps taken to climb it.

A water tower right by the campsite



When did you last see one of these?




On Saturday I rode the bike into Strasbourg, crossing the Rhine into France via an unusual footbridge. Strasbourg is a bus, bustling city, full of really old buildings, and dominated by the cathedral. I didn't go in as the queue was really long, so just wandered around taking in the sights.









Tomorrow, Sunday, I head into France and further north again. I've made no plans except for a tunnel crossing on Wednesday. I'll drive towards Nancy, and see what I can find.

Comments

  1. Wayne J9 October 2021 at 11:53

    Thanks for all the updates and the great pictures. Have a safe drive back.

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  2. Unknown10 October 2021 at 10:13

    Hi, I remember really liking Strasbourg when I visited there....the food was also amazing.

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